Текст песни ночные грузчики - это не моя жизнь

the grandfather asked me to talk to classmates
that on the day of victory, he came to tell how there
Well, it was in a war somewhere in the trenches of Stalingrad
I nodded but said to myself that this miserable

I can not endure the spectacle so I laugh at all the same
and he scored on him did not answer calls to the same
a girlfriend, we stayed at home for days together
watched movies on an old tape recorder

I pressed the pause trying to stay forever
in the frame of "true love" or the movie "Casablanca"
but nothing worked mother cried Kostya
go quickly to the kitchen stuffed already prepared

we bought bags of instant cappuccino
and sniffed it through the tube instead of cocaine
I was almost like Christian Slater in his best days
swallowed mouthfuls through banks with smelly tonic and gin

He made you discolor painted his hair
in blue and green walk down the street to make a choice
between the confectionery shop and a perfume shop
it is better to rob a much better escape from the world

but first let your mother help in the garden
you spoke and all were staring at your blond curls
and I fucked in the mouth gardens and national holidays
Ruff had drunk one fell asleep on the couch in front of Vidic

and now I do not understand what you celebrate May 9
not machines in the hands of only a fig in the pocket
I would come to the grave of his grandfather to say you lost
but do not know the way to it I was not even once

it seems it's not my life I'm sorry
this is not my friends family parents
and these strange people in taxis
Broken exhausted and ugly
Service stuffed and evening drinking
Forecast stick to throw or not to throw
amazing day until getting to dusk
I had to share their fate

I once clung to his grandfather's medals nightie
nice hard from childhood nightmares saved
noble man wanted to be greedy
war I do not need the world but could become a firefighter

but my grandfather died and my dad was a puny clerk
I looked at him at breakfast and he hated with all his heart
Why are not you special agent is not karate or cyborg
why not throw me into the sea so that I became a man

and the flame extinguished in my soul cold reason coward
sitting in the corner of the parents thought I was crazy for hours
creative circles or section does not keen
until the neighbors once did not give a video game console

I first took a stick in his hands, and life has changed
the rest of it through the power of the living
School routine communication teacher familiar friends
and just playing alone became a hero

I like a sailor Popeye spinach absorbed instead of oatmeal
I ran home from school as Donatello waving a stick
He lobbed at the entrance of robots and broke on the fly
jumping on their feet as the lion king was hiding in the woods

who I want to be when I grow up asking Mom
But do not tell me it is a hostile program
who I want to be one year and five repeated question
to get away from the answer I run teleportator

transported back on the other side leaving the clothes and beard here
and an eternity later, I am going back a sense of fear and hunger
good hands pulled the plate but it is not my mother
I have something to say but the voice comes to nurses

it seems it's not my life I'm sorry
this is not my friends family parents
and these strange people in taxis
Broken exhausted and ugly
Service stuffed and evening drinking
Forecast stick to throw or not to throw
amazing day until getting to dusk
I had to share their fate